My father battled cancer for several years, and beat it. We all breathed a sigh of relief, and six months later he dropped dead of a heart attack at my mother's feet. They were at Cincinnati Music Hall, on the escalator going up. :) A doctor and nurse were behind them, CPR was begun immediately, but he was just gone. Forgive me for sharing not a "happy" memory here, but a poignant one. I was out of town on a business trip with my husband, had to fly home get the kids, pick my husband up at another airport (they could not get us on the same plane.) When I finally got there almost 2 days later, this devastated tiny little thing came to me, almost as if I were the mother and she the child looking for answers... "He didn't even say goodbye" she said, and she began to weep.
I'm sorry to welcome you to the "mother's day kinda sucks" crowd, but if it is any comfort, it is a club we all join eventually, unless something even more tragic happens.
Love or fear? Chose again with every breath.
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